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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.