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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.