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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.