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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.