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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Wire,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.