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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.