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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.