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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.