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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.