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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
the Swans,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.