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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.