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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.