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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.