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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.