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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.