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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.