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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.