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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.