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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.