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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.