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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.