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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.