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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.