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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.