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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.