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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.