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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.