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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.