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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.