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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.