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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.