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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.