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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.