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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.