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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.