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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Pole,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Can,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.