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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.