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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.