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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.