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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.