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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
PIL,
Flipper,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.