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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Franke,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.