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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.