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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.