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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Inner City to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.