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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.