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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.