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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.