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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
ABC,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.