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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.