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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Brick,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.