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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.