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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.