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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.