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 Benin and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jimmy McGriff 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.