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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.