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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.