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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.