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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.