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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.