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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.