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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.