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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.