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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.