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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.