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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.