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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.