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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Japan,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.