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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.