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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.