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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Index,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.