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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.