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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.