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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.