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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.