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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.