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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.