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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.