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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Interpol,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Names,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.