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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.