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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.