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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.