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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.