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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Gong,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.