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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.