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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.