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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.