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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
AZ,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.