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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.