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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.