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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.