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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.