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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.