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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
X-101,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.