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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.