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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.