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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.