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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.