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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.