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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.