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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.