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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.