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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.