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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Gong,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.