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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.