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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.