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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
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.