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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.