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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.