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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.