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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.