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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.