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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.