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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
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.