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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.