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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.