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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.