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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.