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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Index,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.