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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
the Association,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.