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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Technova,
Roxette,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.