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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.