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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.