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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.