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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.