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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.