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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.