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 Dominica and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
10cc,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.