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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Busters to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Wings,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.