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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fear to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.