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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.