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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 techno 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.