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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Can,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.