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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.