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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.