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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.