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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.