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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.