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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.