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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.