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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.