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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.