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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.