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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.