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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.