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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.