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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.