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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Japan,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.