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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.