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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.