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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.