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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.