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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.