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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.