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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.