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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.