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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.