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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.