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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.