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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.