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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.