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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
DNA,
the Association,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.