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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.