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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.