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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.