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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.