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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.