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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.