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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.