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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.