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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.