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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.