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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.