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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.