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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.