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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Index,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.