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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.