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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.