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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
10cc,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.