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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.