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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.