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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.