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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.