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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.