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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.