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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.