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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.