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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
MDC,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.