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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.