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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.