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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Japan,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.