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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
DNA,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.