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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.