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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.