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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.