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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
AZ,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.