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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.