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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Germs to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.