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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.