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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Television,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.