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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.