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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.