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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.