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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.