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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Index,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.