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 China and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Organ,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.