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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.