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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.