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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.