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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.