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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.