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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Japan,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.