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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.