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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.