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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.