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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.