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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Slave,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.