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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.