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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.