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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.