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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Television,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.