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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.