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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.