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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.