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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.