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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.