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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.