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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
MDC,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
X-102,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.