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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.