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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.