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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.