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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.