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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.