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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.