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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.