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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.