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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.