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 Monaco 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.