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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.