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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.