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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.