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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.