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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.