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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.