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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.