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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.