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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.