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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.