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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.