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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
PIL,
Cluster,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.