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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.