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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Pole,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.