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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.