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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.