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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.