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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.