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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.