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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.