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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.