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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.