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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.