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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.