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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Franke,
Wings,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Cymande,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.