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 Azerbaijan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.