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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.