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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Crime,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.