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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.