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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Index,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.