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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.