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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.