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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Scion,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.