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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.