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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.