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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.