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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.