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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.