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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.