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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.