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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.