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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Magma,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.