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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.