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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.