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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.