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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.