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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.