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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.