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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.