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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.