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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.