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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.