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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.