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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.