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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.