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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.