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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.