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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.