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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 K-Klass 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.