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 Sao Paulo.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.