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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.