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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.