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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.