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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.