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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.