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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scientists 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.