Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.