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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.