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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.