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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Organ,
Wings,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.