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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.