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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.