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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Swans,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.