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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
MC5,
Magazine,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.