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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Associates,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.