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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.