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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.