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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.