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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.