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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.