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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.