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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.