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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
UT,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.