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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.