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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.