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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.