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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.