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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.