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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.