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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.