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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.