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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.