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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.