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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.