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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.