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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.