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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.