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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.