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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.