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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.