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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.