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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.