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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.