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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Names,
Roxette,
Slave,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.