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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.