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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.