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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.