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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.