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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Little Man,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.