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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.