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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.