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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.