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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.