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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.