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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Japan to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.