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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.