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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.