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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.