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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.