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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.