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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.