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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.