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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.