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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.