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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.