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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.