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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.