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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.