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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.