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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.