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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.