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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.