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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.