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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.