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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.