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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.