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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.