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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.