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 China and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.