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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Gories,
Faust,
UT,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.