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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.