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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.