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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.