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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.