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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.