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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.