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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.