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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.