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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.