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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.