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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.