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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Remains,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.