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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.