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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.