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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.