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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.