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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Aswad,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.