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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.