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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.