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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Japan to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.