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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.