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 Gambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Television,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.