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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.