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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Fear,
Nas,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.