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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.