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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.