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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.