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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.