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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Martian,
The Move,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Nico,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.