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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.