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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.