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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.