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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.