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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Smog,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.