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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.