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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.