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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.