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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.