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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.