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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.