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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.