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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.