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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.