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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.