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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.