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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.