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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.