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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.