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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.