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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.