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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.