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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.