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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.