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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.