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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.