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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.