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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.