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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.