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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
ABC,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.