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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.