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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.