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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.