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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.