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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.