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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.