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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.