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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.