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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Make Up,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Move,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.