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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.