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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.