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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.