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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.