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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.