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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.