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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.