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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.