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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.