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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.