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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Wire,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.