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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.