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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Slackers to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.