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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.