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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.