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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.