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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Wire,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.