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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.