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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Move,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.