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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Pagans,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.