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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.