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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.