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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.