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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Smoke to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.