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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
PIL,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.