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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.