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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.