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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.