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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.