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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.