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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.