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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.