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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.