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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.