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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.