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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.