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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.