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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.