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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.