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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.