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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Mars,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.