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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.