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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.