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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.