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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.