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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rekid to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.