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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.