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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.