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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.