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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.