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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Index,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.