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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.