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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.