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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.