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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.