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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.