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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.