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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.