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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.