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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.