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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.