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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.