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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.