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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.