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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.