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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.